A suicide

A suicide

I stretch the years as long as i can
And look in their details
I seek all the inventions of men
And gaze upon their trails

Perhaps i see, the reason why
Humanity is dying slow
As it cuts, with a long sigh
Its link to life's outflow

Have suffered long the trees
And the beasts in the wild
Flowers have loathed their bees
With humanity's suicide

© Ziad Dib Jreige